I don't write right
I must not think right
Therefore I don't feel right
Which means I don't act right
That's why I don't live right
Maybe I'm wrong

I'm writing our song
The moonlight is the rhythm
Stars the mnemonics

Let's howl at the moon
We'll dance like feral children
escaping the womb

Jewels ceil the sky
Mother nature's Christmas lights
Make merry year round

Expired oak leaves drip
onto crystal clear canvas
Golden ponds abound

Stray birds build a choir
Scarecrow dances with the wind
Golden ears perk up

Anyone else notice?
I'm hoping it's a phase
None of my favorite poets
Are showing up on my homepage

The one who says nothing
owns the room
It's silence that makes the loudest
boom

Cross your fingers
Knock on wood
I'm living proof
neither does any good

I've found plenty of pennies
Picked some up
Where the hell
is my good luck?

And those Birthday wishes
I made at two?
Well, not a single one
of them came true

I will reach for a moment
I will crouch for a dream
I believe in almost nothing
But I'll give you all of me

I won't forsake you
I won't allow you to live in vain
I want to believe in everything
But I need you to do the same

Here it's soft and blue
Ever rains in purple hues
Crumpled mountain view

Letter opener
Dipped in rose petals and blood
His last words killed her

Let's write poetry
Forget about our real lives
Pretend to be free

Water lilies laugh
As frogs tickle their faces
Innocence at play

Do I have to change in order to get "likes"
Is my style uncool or not expressive enough
Should I write about mountains and wind kissed flowers
Should I write like I read a thesaurus for hours
I admit it gets frustrating to get 500 views
And out of all that maybe 10 "likes" or few
Maybe I should write about love and falling trees
Maybe I should write like I would never speak
To me poems should be appeasing to the brain and the ear
Instead of sounding like a wannabe Shakespeare
I am who I am and I'll continue to write
But not about misty dawns or the pale moonlight

Stars that still sparkle
Thousands of light years away
Arive DOA

A black widow waits
For a lumbering beetle
To deliver lunch

Stars load up the sky
Orion's belt fits too tight
He kicks a few out

I always feel sad
Sometimes I pretend I don't
So others feel good

If I could ***** my life onto paper,
what would that look like?
If I could projectile my being into words,
how would it read?
If I could splatter myself on canvas
like the moonlight
Could I finally rip it up
and become me?

Zeus lost his temper
Threw lightning at his father
And slammed doors all day

Eat my silence

Keep my words

Taste the violence

You've incurred

You say more with your tone than your

tongue

But it's your silence that I hear the

most

When we touch I can feel you go

numb

How are you so far away yet so

close

I'm dying to live
Yet living to die
Like broth through a sieve
The undoing of I

She aimed for the stars
But was seduced by Saturn
No one's seen her since

3
2
1
Blast Off
We're heading straight for the moon
Don't expect us soon

Shriveled up is what we become
If fate dictates we don't die young
Which is worse, I can't be sure
But maybe, just maybe, love will endure

Kicks off stilettos
Smears racoons from her tired eyes
Violently cries